transboo 2

Chapter 7

tw: t slur, transphobia, abuse, mention of self harm

ranboo pov:

'no. no, no, no, please no.' i say while tristan and karen were slowly backing me into a corner, menacing looks in their eyes.

'when has that ever worked?' karen asked rhetorically.

she was right, that never has worked. why would they just stop when i start begging? it literally wouldn't make sense on their part. but i wish it did work.

'i don't understand what changed, i thought you accepted me?'

'your mother explained how being a tranny was wrong and how i have led you down the wrong path by accepting and encouraging this bullshit. so, i guess i'm sorry for helping you to believe you were something you're not, hannah.'

his apology seemed genuine, as if he really thought he'd made a mistake; when in reality it's karen's fault. he should be apologising for the transphobia, not the fact he 'helped me believe im something i'm not'.

'but i AM a boy, how hard is it to understand that?' i insist.

'shut up, you shitty excuse for a daughter.' karen says, dominantly.

'I'M NOT YOUR FUCKING DAUGHTER!' i scream at the two adults cornering me.

tristan grabs one of my wrists and stares me dead in the eye, 'oh, but you are.'

'tommy's parents are my legal guardians - not you. so i'm not.' i say, thankfully without any stutters.

karen then laughs maniacally, tristan joining in after a second. these people are fucking psychos.

'and that's where you're wrong, hannah. i am your legal guardian. no one thinks i did anything wrong, so i just fought for your custody again, and of course i won; i'm your biological and legal father.'

what. the. fuck.

'no.' i say, bluntly, letting that information settle in, 'NO!' tears start streaming down my face and i try to fight out of tristan's harsh grip on my wrist.

after giving up, i just let my sobs get louder and more desperate. my breathing quickens and i zone out of my surroundings. who knows what tristan and karen are saying about me? i'm not concentrated on that. i'm concentrated on-

'are you gonna go slit your wrists again you depressed little shit?' karen taunts.

my da- tristan lets go of my wrist for a second and i take that second to sprint the fuck out of that corner. their reflexes aren't extremely fast, but they are fast enough, unfortunately. karen catches me as i make it to the bottom of the stairs, so close to the front door; she grabs my wrist and turns me around as her fist connects with my face.

not again. please not again.

i'm begging in my head, so what even is the point?

maybe i deserve this, anyway.

i hurt myself so why do i feel so bad when other people hurt me?

there's not much difference.

'you're not gonna start screaming? running? locking yourself in the FUCKING bathroom?' karen raises her voice, making me jump.

then tristan gets ahold of me.

'listen to me, you little shit,' he sneers, 'i KNOW you feel pain, stop trying to act all tough like a man. you're not a man.'

then he pushes me backwards; i fall, my back hitting the corner of the stairs. they proceed to repeatedly kick me. the pain gets too much and i scream in pain which seems to satisfy them. maybe i should've just made noise in the first place.

who am i kidding? i deserved that. it should've gone on longer.

'what are we gonna do about the kids outside our house? how do we get rid of them?' i hear karen ask to tristan

'i don't know. maybe she'll know.'

'oi dipshit,' i turn, in pain, slowly to face them, 'how do we get rid of your weird british friends?'

'uh,' i rack my brain for ideas, knowing it'll be easier for me if i could actually get them to leave, 'maybe show the document that says you have legal guardianship of me, they might go.'

'i don't need a 'might', i need them to fully leave and never come back, do you fucking hear me?' he drags me up and punches me in the face for good measure.

'they'll leave!' i say, desperately and pray that they do actually leave.

'they fucking better, or i'll start beating up your little pussy friends as well.' he lets go of me and i stagger to the side, unbalanced and holding the wall for support.

'karen,' he shouts, even though she really is just next to him, 'find me that goddamn document and let me get those dickheads out of here.'

'yes sir,' she says. huh? that's odd. she's always been the one in control. but no matter how much i hate her, i don't want him to become abusive or controlling to her. i'm meant to be the one in pain, they're meant to be the ones delivering the pain.

a few minutes pass and karen returns, holding an envelope out to tristan, who snatches it. he turns around without a word and storms out of the front door. karen sighs and i tense up, i can't do anything to make this go smoothly; this is down to tubbo, tommy, techno and phil. and i'm praying to every fucking god that could exist that this goes the smoothest it can.

techno pov:

'oh, look, isn't that ranboo's dad?' tommy says, putting his head between the two front seats to talk to phil and i.

'must be. wonder what he wants.' phil replies and i put my window down to talk to him.

he smiles warmly at us, 'hi! i was just coming out here to let you guys know that i have got legal custody of .. ' his smile falters before he continues, 'mark, so it would be nice if you could leave my family and i alone.'

'since when do you have custody?' i argue back, 'mr and mrs simons had custody, didn't they, tommy?' i look over at tommy, who nods. i look back at tristan, who's smile has completely faded and he looks pissed.

'i've been fighting for custody ever since my sweet, sweet boy was nearly killed and then taken away from me. i've been fighting and fighting, and i've never been happier than the day i won that court case to prove that i was a safe guardian for him.' he averts his gaze back into my eyes, 'please just leave, i promise i won't let karen do anything to him, if that's what you're worried about.'

i look at phil, who simply shrugs with a small nod.

'fine. we'll leave on one condition.'

'yes?'

'you let us see ranboo every day to assure that he is safe.'

tristan looks extremely annoyed, but agrees with my deal anyway, clearly desperate to get us to go.

so that's what we do, we go. and we plan our way to get ranboo out of that hellhole.

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bare in mind that this is just a story and i know that some of this legal stuff is wrong but it needed to happen for the plot